The sun was bright as it shone down on the busy streets of London, England. People bustled about this way and that, talking amongst themselves or on their cell phones. London had always been one of those busy cities, when nothing ever stopped moving. A large double Decker bus flew by around a street corner, disguising a young man as he Apparated into sight. He raised a hand up and combed it over his shaved head before he started down the busy streets, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.

The middle of the day was always the busiest here in London. Muggles were getting out of work at this time, rushing down streets to get to their favorite restaurants or fast food shops in which they could purchase a quick lunch before they were due to be back in work.

McDonalds seemed rather empty today, and everyone seemed fond of heading down into the little main plaza to eat by the large Christmas tree that sat, decorated in lovely gold colors, with lush green bristles. Silver, green, red, blue, and even yellow ornaments hung from the bristles of the large tree, twinkling in the lights of the string of bulbs that ran from lamp post to lamp post.

The young man ignored everyone who walked by him as he hurried through the bustling crowd of muggles, hurrying a crossed a street and entering a large book store, one that, to regular muggles, would look broken down and unwelcoming, even abandoned. But to Blaise Zabini, who had the eyes of a wizard, the bookshop was a magnificent little shop, decorated with bright lights and a small tree of its own, sitting near the check out counter.

The young man, Blaise, pulled a video camera from his pocket and, after checking the not a lot of people were around, he turned it on and positioned it to look up at himself.

The camera shifted and caught a quick flash of bookshelves before it landed on the face of a young man, no older than 21 years old. His head was practically shaved bald. He had dark skin, and warm brown eyes. He turned the camera to this side and then to that side before he turned it away from his face. The camera caught sight of the carpet and one of Blaise's shoes as the young man began to walk somewhere or another.

He pulled to a stop and in the upper part of the video, a wooden desk could be seen.

"Excuse me," Blaise's voice echoed into the camera's audio tack. "Do you know where I can find references of people?"

Someone answered back, and though it was too low of a voice for the camera's audio track to pick up, it was definitely a male. Probably an older gentleman. "Thank you," Blaise said before the camera began to move again. Blaise passed by three tables before turning in between two bookshelves.

He lifted the camera and it refocused to look at the titles of the books, though Blaise moved down the line of books too fast to even read the titles. His dark finger moved along the spines of the books before suddenly he stopped and back tracked. Re-reading something or another, Blaise pulled out two of the books and then turned the camera back to the floor, heading back down the aisle and then towards one of the far back corners.

He set the camera down on the table so that it faced towards the whole shop. He must have picked one of the tables at the farthest back corners so that he could see everything.

An older gentleman stood behind the counter, cleaning a book with an old rag, intent on his work. His white hair was receding back into his head. Outside through the one way glass window, muggles darted back and forth, laughing or talking on cell phones or eating lunches while they were on the move, but no one stopped into the small bookstore. Besides the older gentleman, the bookstore seemed completely empty.

Blaise came into view on the right side of the camera as he sat himself down at the table and pushed one of the books aside, flipping open another one and sniffling slightly to clear his nose, as though he were congested, before he began to read, his brown eyes flickering left and right, scanning over he words printed on the page before him.

The video clip went black at this moment.

This is what I've found out from reading in that bookstore:

Dr. Ryan Salisbury was a very well respected Physiologist before the whole none-sense of the Dark Lord coming back to power after the first wizarding war.

I found a book that kept a record of all wizards and witches that he may have spoken to or had a session with, even if it was only one session.

The strange thing is, the records stop the year Draco turned six years old, right before Draco began to see Dr. Ryan Salisbury.

So why did Dr. Ryan Salisbury want all of this information from Draco? Why was he requesting sessions with him?

As for Mr. Wayner, I found out that after the odd clip I found with Dr. Ryan Salisbury and Mr. Wayner conversing without audio, that Mr. Wayner issued a warrant to search the Malfoy Manor for dark artifacts.

Perhaps Mr. Wayner new of the Malfoy's past engagement with the Death Eaters and Voldemort's inner workings?

But then why was the man so worried about Draco?

So many questions, not enough time in the day to watch these clips.

I did manage to watch the third one, which I have now uploaded for you to see.

The camera turned on and immediately caught sight of Draco, who was already sitting in the metal chair in the familiar room from the very first clip. Draco's blond white hair was slicked back this time. This must have been the first time that Draco had shown up with his hair slicked back, for the moment the video recording starts, the two seem to already be in a conversation.

"-Father make you wear it like that?"

Draco raised a hand and gingerly touched the top of his gelled hair before he shrugged a shoulder and let his hand fall into his lap. "Yea, but he said that I don't have to wear it like dis all day."

There was nothing really different about Draco's appearance, besides his new gelled hair. It was still a blond white color, his eyes were still gray, his cheeks still a little bit chubby, his one tooth still a little too crooked. The only thing that seemed to be any different was that he may have grown a couple of millimeters, and his grammar was a tad bit better.

"Well, that's good… Do you like it like that?" Draco raised a platinum eyebrow and shook his head slightly. Ryan chuckles and Draco smiled gently at the man who, once again, sat out of sight so that the camera could not pick up on his image.

"So how old are you now?"

"Seven and a half." Ryan whistled low and Draco smiled gently again, a small chuckle coming from his lips.

"Have we really been seeing each other for that long?" Draco glanced around the small room. He was not nearly as timid as he was in the first two tapes, but there was still an air of hesitation surrounding him before he answered every question. He glanced back at Ryan and shrugged a shoulder. "I guess so."

"Insane," Ryan whispered, scribbling something down on his piece of parchment before he asked, "How's life at home doing?"

Draco scowled at this and shrugged a shoulder again. "Alright, 'suppose." Silence followed, as though a pause, before Ryan questioned, "You suppose?"

Draco took a deep breath, slowly letting it out in a heavy sigh before he said, "Just tired of the yelling s'all." Though the camera could not see it, it was almost as if it were obvious that Dr. Ryan Salisbury was nodding his head up and down before he scribbled something else out on his piece of parchment.

"Do you know what they're yelling about?" Draco seemed to hesitate again, but not like his hesitation before in the other two tapes. In the other two tapes, he seemed hesitant to answer because he did not know the answer, but now, he seemed to hesitate as though he were hiding something. As though he were about to lie and he wanted to make it a good one. Finally, he shrugged a shoulder and whispered, "The usual…"

His gray eyes darted over to look at the camera and when he glanced back at Ryan, the camera fizzed slightly. Only for a slight second before it returned to normal and then grew black all together.

The vision flashed back on Draco was leaning far down in his chair, his legs spread out before him and his hands folded over his stomach, his head leaning back against the chair and his head tilted to the side at an angle. He yawned gently and raised a hand to try and stifle it. When that didn't work, he moved his hand up further to rub at one of his eyes before he sighed and settled down again in his seat.

His gaze stared at the camera, not with intent or determination, but boredom. A dazed look was in his gray eyes as he watched the camera. This went on for a few moments before his eyelids slowly began to droop.

The sound of a door opened made Draco jump and snap his eyes open, moving his head up into a straight position. A muffled voice spoke from the door, asking where Dr. Ryan Salisbury was. Draco just opened his mouth to answer when the audio cut out. Though his lips moved, and he waved a dismissive hand, the camera could not pick up any noises.

He leaned back in his seat and let his head tilt to the side one more, closing his eyes gently and yawning yet again.

The camera fizzed and a loud crackling sound came in before the camera darkened yet again.

When the vision came back, Draco was rubbing hard at his eyes, leaning forward in his chair. The audio cut in, cut out, and then moved in again, making Dr. Ryan Salisbury sentence a bit choppy except for the ending. "You're-" "-ther is here for you." Draco nodded gently before he stood to his feet and walked out of view of the camera.

The sound of a Dr. Ryan Salisbury voice could be heard, but it was too muffled to hear what he was saying before the sound of a door closing was caught in the camera's audio track.

Dr. Ryan Salisbury walked in view of the camera and squatted in front of it, scowling gently and looking it over. He turned to grab for something, his bag, and a shadow passed over behind him on the wall. Only for a split second. One minute it was there, the next it wasn't. Dr. Ryan Salisbury turned back towards the camera and he wrote something down before he reached a hand up and clicked off the camera.

I've noticed many odd things in this tape that I don't think anyone else but Draco had picked up on.

Why else would Draco have these tapes if not to find something out?

I did recognize the voice of the person who came in when Draco had been dozing off in his seat, I can only guess waiting for his mother to come and get him.

The voice had definitely belonged to Mr. Wayner. I had re-listened and re-watched the second tape and I'm positive it was the same voice.

Perhaps our friend Mr. Wayner wanted to take a glimpse at Draco for himself.

Whatever the reason, I have no reason to doubt that there's something edgy going on with our young friend Mr. Wayner.

I will try and watch the fourth tape whenever I can and upload my findings.